Two Tiny Haibun
the substance of forgotten things
i glance at the light shade. it has tassels on it that remind me of my grandmother.
your fingers can not touch me and yet i move
aurora borealis spillway
the rain has created a channel in my backyard. a small path of fog hovers over the water.
not yet autumn and the northern lights have hidden the stars
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Michael Rehling 